Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.